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Fang Xueqing was annoyed and sneered: "Wow, you Shaolin Temple is in charge of martial arts, and you have deep roots, do you want to teach me a lesson, a little girl?!"

"Senior Brother Xulin......" The short and fat Xuming monk said busily. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Monk Xulin's face was as heavy as water, his eyes were cold, his lips were pursed, and the muscles on his face were tense: "Female donor, please respect yourself!"

Fang Xueqing's willow eyebrows were raised, and she glared at him angrily: "You little monk, why can't you speak cleanly,...... Who doesn't have self-respect?!"

Since she followed Xiao Yuesheng's side, she was no longer cautious when she was drunk in the Red Mansion, she was full of confidence, her confidence was greatly increased, her waist was straight, and she was no longer fearless, this feeling of steadfastness was wonderful.

Gongzi is the first in the world, the majesty of Gongzi is inviolable, this little monk actually looks down on himself, that is, he looks down on Gongzi, which is extremely hateful.

Monk Xuming had a headache, and hurriedly inserted himself between the two, his hands open, like an old hen protecting his chickens, and said busily: " This female benefactor, Senior Brother Xulin, you two don't say a word, okay?"

Fang Xueqing glanced at the Xulin monk with disdain, and sneered: "I'm too lazy to talk to this stinky monk, it's him who is nosy!"

Monk Xulin's face was solemn, and his eyes were cold: "Senior Brother Xuming, this woman is so delicate, she can't let Senior Brother Xuzhu go with her!"

Monk Xuming waved his fat hand: "Senior brother, whether or not Senior Brother Xuzhu goes with this female benefactor, the master and the head will make a decision, let's not care!"

"No way!" Monk Xulin shook his head, his expression was firm, and he said coldly: "I'm going to head the Ming sect and stop Senior Brother Xuzhu!"

After that, he turned his head and went to the temple gate, his movements were light and his body was neat.

Fang Xueqing couldn't hold back any longer, snorted, secretly gritted her teeth and stomped her feet, and the white shadow flashed, and she came to him and blocked his way.

"What are you doing here?!" Monk Xulin sneered and stared at her deeply, his eyes flickering, as bright as sword light.

Fang Xueqing snorted, "I'll tell you not to meddle...... Little Master Xuzhu will go with me or not, it is up to him to say, what are you doing to stop it?!"

"How can my Shaolin disciple have a crooked relationship with the evil demons at will?!" Monk Xulin shook his head with a sneer.

"You mean, I'm a demon crooked?!" Fang Xueqing's eyes narrowed, and her essence was also shining, and it was scorching.

“...... That's good!" the Void Forest Monk nodded slowly.

"Senior Brother Xulin!" Monk Xuming hurriedly shouted, ran between the two of them with a smoke, stretched out his arm to stop him, and hurriedly said, "Don't fight!" ...... Senior Brother Xulin, you will be punished!"

"What are you afraid of being punished?!" Monk Xulin said lightly.

Fang Xueqing endured and endured, she didn't want to fight in front of the Shaolin Temple, so as not to cause trouble for Gongzi, although Gongzi's martial arts is the first in the world, but Shaolin Temple has a deep foundation, and it will be difficult to move an inch if it is an enemy.

But he scolded people like this, it was unbearable, and if he didn't do it, he would be even more embarrassed by the face of the son, presumably the son would not blame himself if he knew!

Thinking of this, she bit her teeth, her eyes brightened, and she hummed: "Stinky monk, aren't you just relying on the martial arts of Shaolin Temple, come, let's compete, dare you!?"

Monk Xulin's expression has always been indifferent, he didn't look at Fang Xueqing, looked at the sky with his hands, and said lightly: "Why don't you dare the poor monk?!"

Fang Xueqing snorted: "Okay, then compare, let's see if you are good at Shaolin kung fu, or my son-in-law's kung fu!"

After that, the white shadow flashed, like a wisp of light smoke, and suddenly appeared under the big locust tree, and the old monk had just swept this place clean.

A gust of wind blew, the white shirt fluttered, the long sword hung from the waist, the hands were clasped together behind the back, the chest was tall and angry, and the demeanor was graceful and proud.

Monk Xulin frowned, his face was solemn, and his slightly narrower eyebrows were overflowing with solemnity.

"Senior Brother Xulin......" The fat monk Xuming was surprised, pulled him by the hand, and said in a low voice: "Senior brother, you rashly compete with others, the Discipline Academy knows about it, and you will be punished!"

"Fight for a few boards, and you have to drive her away!" Monk Xulin said in a low voice.

"Why is this so difficult...... "Xuming stomped his feet, shook his head helplessly, and his face was full of disapproval.

Xu Lin shook his head, patted his thick shoulder, and said in a low voice: "You watch from the sidelines, no matter what, don't interfere." ”

Monk Xuming glanced at Fang Xueqing quietly, and his voice was lowered again, almost inaudible: "This female benefactor is very high, senior brother, can you beat it?"

Monk Xulin hesitated for a moment, and said slowly: "Try it to know!"

Fang Xueqing raised her voice and called: "Hey, what are you biting your ears there, it's okay to just procrastinate, just the two of you can go together!"

Monk Xulin's face sank, patted Monk Xuming on the shoulder, turned around and jumped, swept a few feet, and fell lightly in front of Fang Xueqing.

"Please!" Fang Xueqing was too lazy to talk nonsense, wanting to finish the fight before Xuzhu arrived.

"Zheng ......" she drew her sword out of the sheath, like a dragon roar, a ray of sunlight happened to shine on the sword through the branches and leaves of the locust tree, the cold light flickered, and the sword was like a pool of autumn water, sparkling and flashing.

Monk Xulin's eyes narrowed, and he secretly shouted: "What a sword!"

He also had a sword hanging from his waist, the scabbard was gray, and it was integrated with the monk's robes, looming and easily noticeable.

He pressed the hilt of the sword and slowly pulled it out, but it was an ordinary Qingfeng sword.

Fang Xueqing glanced at him: "Your broken sword, I will break it as soon as I cut it!"

"If I can break my sword, I will admit defeat!" Monk Xulin said lightly, holding the sword on his chest, pointing at the sky, and his aura changed.

Fang Xueqing keenly felt the changes in him, with a sword in his hand, his aura suddenly gathered, like an abyss stopping at Yuezhi, faintly revealing a coercive aura, constantly surging head-on.

"Pick up!" Fang Xueqing snorted lightly, the sword light flashed, and the sword tip seemed to ignore space and distance, and it was already in front of him.

The Xulin monk's eyes flashed, and he took a step forward and crossed the sword.

"Ding ......" Mars is bright, and the crisp sound is pleasant to the ear.

The sound of the song was endless, swirling around the ancient locust tree, condensing but not dispersing, and it took a while to be blown away by a gust of wind.

Monk Xulin's legs formed lunges, firmly tied up, but his body retreated quickly, as if he was pulled backwards by a rope on the ice.

There was a deep mark on the clean ground, a foot away, three inches deep, caused by the boots of the void forest.

His face was solemn, he slowly pulled out his feet, his body suddenly shook, suddenly pulled, the yellow dust was filled, but his body was as smooth as new, like the movements of a dog after getting out of the water.

He held the Qingfeng Sword upside down, clasped his hands together, and looked faint: "The female benefactor has such a deep internal force...... At such an age, with such a deep internal force, it is impossible for the authentic mind method to be like this!"

"Hmph, the frog at the bottom of the well!" Fang Xueqing snorted disdainfully, even more annoyed in his heart, he kept saying that every sentence would slander himself as an evil sect, which was really hateful!

"Amitabha Buddha ......" Xulin Chang announced a Buddha horn, roaring like thunder, grand and mighty, like a giant bell in the sky, was slammed, the whole Shaolin can hear.

Fang Xueqingyu's face changed, and her bright eyes were sharp, comparable to the sunshine in the sky: "Okay, you are looking for a helper, this is the Shaolin style?!"

"The female benefactor has misunderstood!" Xu Lin said lightly, and the long sword led: "Please advise!"

After that, he slowly drew an arc and slashed Fang Xueqing vertically, the sword body trembled slightly, like a swimming snake, and the tip of the sword shrouded several acupoints at the same time.

This sword is extremely powerful, and its spirit is complete, which shows that its swordsmanship cultivation is not bad.

Fang Xueqing ignored it, the sword light flashed, and it stabbed him in the chest again, and the latter came first, forcing the Xulin monk to change his tricks to resist.

Fang Xueqing has not been learning swords for a long time, but Bingxue is smart and proficient in practice, but he is a little young when he casts against the enemy, and his experience cannot be made up for by being smart.

Xiao Yuesheng taught her to do it with others, ignore the other party's swordsmanship, just use it herself, and the sword momentum is as fast as possible.

Fang Xueqing obeyed Xiao Yuesheng's words, and at this time, he did this, no matter how the Xulin monk used the sword, he just used his own swordsmanship.

The Xulin monk is outstanding among the disciples of the same generation, so he has a gentle appearance, is proud of his bones, and the Shaolin disciples are strong, and he is outstanding among the Shaolin disciples, so he is inevitably proud and looks down on the people of the world.

After five moves, he snorted, his right arm hit the sword, and the Qingfeng sword fell to the ground.

Monk Xuming hurriedly ran forward to help him, but he pushed him away, bent down to pick up the Qingfeng sword, put it in the sheath, and barely clenched his fists: "I lost...... But it's not that Shaolin's swordsmanship is inferior, it's that my internal strength is not as good as yours!"

Fang Xueqing snorted lightly, turned her head, and ignored him.

Monk Xulin couldn't lift his arm anymore, his right sleeve had been dyed red, his left hand was sick, the bleeding slowed down slightly, and Monk Xuming hurriedly took out the golden medicine from his arms, sprinkled it on the wound, and stopped the bleeding.

(To be continued)